For years now, I have barely listened to music. Had anybody suggested such a thing to me when I was 20, I would have yelled “But music is my life!” and considered swearing at them, but things changed. I had kids. They are loud. I longed for moments of complete silence. I started working for a music magazine and had to review random things that, for the most part, I didn’t enjoy. Then I lost my mp3 player somewhere around the house and never really bothered looking for it. Read More My Summer of 2002
I found some old CDs and am making a point of listening to them all. I really miss the music-obsessive days of my life! Read More This Open Thread Is Finding Old Stuff
Much like 1995, 1996 is one of my favorite years to write about in this series. It holds a special place in my heart as the year that my music taste began to come into its own, and so much of what I listen to then, I still listen to quite often today. Maybe I’m a hopeless dino at times, but that’s all right. I know what I like, I am unapologetic about those likes, and that’s all one can ask for. Let’s get into it, shall we?
Though The Letter P was one of the easiest letters for me to narrow down a Top 5, I still have the sneaking suspicion I’ve forgotten some obvious, perfect song. Let us listen to my picks, and then you tell me:
Look at us, reaching The Letter G in favorite-song-goodness already! This week, I talk about one of my all-time favorite songs of any letter, semi-cheat on my own rules, talk about the difference between live sets and studio albums, and mention that historical artifact, The Virgin Megastore. Get in!